The sobs were growing louder and louder alongside the gusts of Yin wind, and all of the surrounding shadowy figures also seemed to be swaying and flickering, as if they had been resurrected as evil ghosts. If a living human were standing here, they would be terrified even without the need for any special effects.

Arthis's eyes narrowed slightly as the anguished howls and wails traveled into her ears. Initially, the sound was very faint, but after only several seconds, it had already become extremely loud and insistent.

"Save me..."

"I don't want to... I don't want to become a part of that thing!"

"Help... Help!"

"Where are the Emissaries of Hell?! Why aren't they here to save us?!"

"Grandpa! Are you alright? Grandpa..."

There were voices of both genders and different age ranges, and Arthis closed her eyes in silence as she clenched her fists tightly.

She was overcome by a sense of responsibility.

She stood above countless underworld emissaries, but it certainly wouldn't be right for her to simply rest on her laurels. Instead, she had a duty to ensure the safety and prosperity of the Cathayan Underworld's citizens.

These voices belonged to the netherworldly citizens who had perished by the hands of the inner demon. Regardless of what they had done during their lives or whether they had committed sins or not, the fact that they were here meant that they had already atoned for their crimes....